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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 



President Grant 



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Political Rings 



A SATIRE. 



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By Pi^i^cuDMORE. Esq., 



COUNSELOR AT LAW. 



Author of the "Civil Government of the States, and the 

Constitutional History of the United Staies" 

the " Irish Republic" etc., etc. 



New York : 

For Sale by P. J. KENEDY, No. 5 Barclay Street. 

1880. 



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Entered according to Act of CongroBS, in the year 1880, 

By p. CUDMOEE, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 









President Grant: 



A SATIRE. 



Appomattox surrender made Grant a hero — 
He was dubbed a Scipio and a Csesar — 
He was not noble, great, nor even grand, 
His selfisb avarice was bis god ! 
Witb Johnson he proved a double dealer 
And joined a ring of Republican schemers. 
In 1868 for President he was then run — 
As a candidate both deaf and dumb. 
Of all the spirits that Christ scourged 
The dumb devil was hardest to purge. 
Grant displayed cunning and deceit, 
In his letter of " Let us have peace." 
"When in power, peace was then treason. 
His argument was th' bullet and bayonet. 
Before election it was his proud boast. 
That he had no " pohcy of his own," 
But when in office he changed his tone. 
By him th' Constitution was o'erthrown. 
His word was law — and avai'ice his rule ; 



He was willful and stubborn as a mule. 

For every present his hand was out, 

Be it turkey, money, stocks, or house. 

After election th' people were alarmed 

"When they saw th' President th' dupe of party. 

What the party devised he joined in the plan, 

Finance — reconstruction — and Ku-Ivlux Klan — 

To prove that rags are as precious as gold. 

He hoisted Bradley and Strong on th' Supreme Court, 

They were exj)ected to do his beck or bidding. 

They were useful on the Electoral Commission, 

As an instrument of a despot the most vile. 

The Supreme Court was re-organized. 

He joined Congress in every scheme. 

And as an inducement they raised his pay. 

He was phed by strikers and lobbyists, 

He was the dupe of salary grabbers, 

"With pohtical knowledge he was not blessed, 

He knew enough to feather his nest. 

He was elected to preside o'er the nation — 

He got rich offices for his relations, 

Father, brother, sons, and brother-in-law Casey. 

When at Galena he was but a tanner. 

Now he was win'd and din'd by Wall street bankers. 

He had a large salary — got presents and things, 

He became the dupe of a whiskey ring, 

They were wretches, avaricious, low, and mean, 

Orville, Belknap, Babcock, McDonald, and McKey — 

And although Belknap in war was not famous, 

He won renown as a military post trader. 



As a soldier he did not rival Caesar. 

He made money out of soldiers and rations. 

"When at Keokuk he was very poor, 

At Washington he drove a coach and four — 

When his jobs were discovered, he did cry — 

Like father Adam — " Oh, blame my wife ! " 

When to prison he would go for his crimes, 

Grant exclaimed — my friend you resign. 

To pay the debt both principal and interest, 

A duty was laid on spirituous liquor. 

To collect this revenue all o'er the nation, 

Th' Government employ'd inspectors and gangers — 

The gaugers and distillers devised a plan, 

By which out of two gallons the Government got one ; 

This on the Government was a great fraud. 

Out of the revenue the Government got half. 

You now ask me where the other half went ; 

Ask Grant, Babcock, and the whiskey ring. 

This whiskey conspiracy had its ramification — 

Its headquarters was in Grant's bed-chamber. 

As long as the fox runs he is caught at last — 

Bristow and his detectives pounced on Bab. ; 

Some of Bristow's lynx-eyed boys 

In fet. Louis got an indictment for Joyce, 

And before Bristow the ring would shake. 

He got Grant to sign, " Let no guilty man escape : " 

Joyce, McDonald, Avery, McKey, and Maguire, 

All of Grant's chickens, were caged in the wires ; 

Not the wires that cage canaries and linnets, 

But the prison bars of Jefferson City. 



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As the mother hen gathers her chickens under her wing^ 

The President's pardon was a good thing — 

And as the hen to her chicks doth cluck. 

Grant with his pardon th' birds did hush up. 

When McKey was caged th' Democrat did rant, 

And Grant was afraid they'd cage his Bab., 

And that th' jail birds would blab, blab, blab. 

Bristow and the courts did Bab. alarm — 

He'd a military commission in Chicago. 

Hancock and others — good men and time men, 

Sent Bab. and his imps back to St. Louis ; 

Judge Treat was filling uj) the prison, 

And as a dead weight Grant sent 'em Dillon. 

"When Grant saw that Bab. would be caged. 

He trembled for OrviUe — ^his heart did ache. 

Off to St. Louis his detective did hie, 

To steal from the XJ. S. Attorney evidence on file — 

Whiskey conspirators weren't then alarmed, 

For the President withdrew th' " State's-evidence pardon.** 

Because Gen. Custer testified 'gainst the ringers. 

He was sent on th' plains to be scalped by Indians. 

The Attorney-Gen'ral, the vile old sinner, 

Instead of prosecuting Bab. became his defender, 

The President's power — oh, jury and Dillon, 

Bab. th' whiskey conspu-ator was finally acquitted — 

The power of the President was so great, 

Bab.'s indictment was hushed up for "blowing up a safe." 

And before the President's term did end, 

He opened th' jail-door and let the birds out to sing. 

In 1875, Grant and his vile abettors, 



Electioneered for a Presidential third term ; 

If he'd got a third he'd want a foui'th one, 

He'd be a dictator hke Csesar or Napoleon. 

His imperial airs were so unusual, 

That he would play Csesar in the futiu-e — 

His military power was so despotic. 

That th' people feared th' man on horseback. 

A third nomination doubtless he'd win, 

But for Belknap, Babcock, and the whiskey ring. 

His military renown was daily waning, 

Before Congressional Committee investigation. 

The people's confidence in Grant had diminished, 

"When they saw the President shielding whiskey ringers. 

In 187G, Jim Blaine made a great splurge. 

In Congress he flaunted his bloody shirt, 

He would be nominated for President, certain, 

But for the lobbyists and " Mulligan letters." 

Morton, Butler, and other wily knaves, 

"Put up the job " to slaughter Jim Blaine. 

Between Eepubhcan aspirants rivalry was great — 

As a compromise candidate they ran Hayes. 

Grant feared that by Tilden he'd be investigated. 

He tried to carry the election by soldiers and bayonets. 

Instead of keeping the army at the Black Hills, 

He sent them South to bulldoze " the colored men." 

Grant proved a traitor in the " Alabama Claims," 

A dupe in San Domingo and Samana Bay. 

In 1869 Grant joined in the bond-holders plan. 

By signing the bill for the bond-holding clan. 

A bill for paying the five-twenties in gold. 



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Thus, out of the Treasury milHons were stole. 

In 1873 Grant showed his mean folly, 

By demonetizing our silver dollar. 

When Grant was President, the people were alarmed, 

When the Southern States were governed by satraps, 

Carpet-bag governors he upheld by bayonets. 

In South Carolina, Scott, Moses and Chamberlain. 

In Louisiana his " military nile " was despotic, 

The ballot-box was overthrown by Kellogg and Packard. 

Kepublican papers cried " Oh, Hambvu'g !" 

In South Carolina rifle clubs were disbanded, 

His military orders were despotic, unusual — 

A violation of State rights and the Constitution. 

On the State Governors Grant did frown. 

He'd supplant self-government by military power. 

In his Southern policy he stood alone. 

He knew no laws but military force — 

In his poHcy to protect " the colored man," 

He put the South under military ban. 

Grant, the tyrant, triumphed o'er the law, 

Like Pisastratous, he had a body-guard. 

To use intimidation and bribery at the ballot-box, 

Federal officers were taxed by Chandler and Cameron. 

From the North there was a carpet-baggers' flood 

Of men who left their country for their country's good, 

For duiing this fierce political strife, 

Carpet-baggers robbed the people — "black and white." 

To piu'ge the carpet-bag rule from the Southern States, 

Caused the colored stampede to Tilden from Hayes. 

After election the Republicans found it out. 



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That Grant's misrule united the *' Solid South." 

Republicans grief and spite were very great, 

Wlien the}' found Tilden elected over Hayes. 

Grant, Chamberlain and Cameron, and other rogues, 

Kept Tilden out of office by " Returning Boards." 

Grant's tactics was a military display. 

To bull-doze the Democrats and inaugurate Hayes. 

His mihtary display alarmed the Nation ; 

In South Carohna he ousted the legislature, 

In Louisiana he followed uj) his military tactics. 

With troops he supported Kellogg and Packard. 

Chandler and Cameron laid the wires and ropes. 

To get fraudulent certificates from Returning Boards. 

In Florida, South Carolina, carpet-bag States, 

Fraudulent electors were returned for Hayes. 

When the Republicans found themselves beaten, 

They cried out " bull-dozing " and " intimidation !" 

The canvassing-boards, their deputies and clerks, 

Had contested returns compiled in the dark. 

The Returning Board of the State of Louisiana, 

Offered to sell out for a million dollars. 

In South Carolina, Florida and Louisiana, 

The Returning Boards ousted towns and parishes. 

In the three last mentioned carj)et-bag States, 

Democratic parishes were thrown out to give certificates to 

Hayes. 
Grant was the first President to employ military law, 
Hayes the first President chosen by fraud. 
In the memorable year of the Nation's Centennial, 
There were two Presidential aspirants, Hayes and Tilden. 



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Tlie Democrats said they elected Tilden and Hendricks, 
The Eepublicans said that Grant would make Hayes win- 
ner. 
The fear of another war had alarmed the Nation, 
The people feared the presidential question would end with 

bayonets, 
They said that fifteen would settle our pohtical trouble. 
The Democrats squirmed under eight to seven. 
Tnden and Hewitt thought they were a match for Hayes, 
But they found their seven swallowed up by eight. 
The people were astounded to behold the new plan, 
When the president of forty-live millions was chosen by 

one man. 
The Democrats cried out it was deceit at the best. 
But if victors, in future, they must lly to the West — 
Beware of aU pohtical hacks, tricksters and schemers. 
Trust not in empty promises in the year eighty — 
We will have our chief magistrate elected by ballot. 
Not by Returning Boards — Wells, Morton and Bradley, 
The President in future must be elected by ballot. 
We wiU. abohsh the nuisance, the Electoral College, 
The peoj^le will then assume their sovereignty ; 
The majority in future shall rule the minority. 
Grant, when first elected, had military fame. 
He left the White House in a cloud of shame. 
He went to Galena, where he was a tanner. 
And then to England to see Mrs. Sartoris. 
Mrs. Grant was all fidget and racket. 
Preparing to sail by the very next packet 
• Grant, in London, put on princely airs. 



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He bowed his head to the rich and great, 

He got receptions from Ministers of State — 

A reward for his treason with Alabama Claims — 

In his speeches to John B he had the folly 

To pledge Columbia as a British ally. 

The Galena tanner in pompous state, 

Hob-nobbed to Victoria and the Prince of Wales. 

He is the first President with the brand. 

Of putting on royal airs in foreign lands I 

Grant appeared in uniform — military traps. 

He acted the Lickspittle — a mihtary fop. 

He danced attendance on lords and dukes. 

He had an invitation each day in June — 

He would act Csesar or a Mogul, 

And for a commission he'd turn Turk. 

Oh, what a time had the Galena tanner, 

Taking a drive in Victoria's fine carriage J 

He despised his countrymen as serfs. 

While wining and dining with the stupid guelphs. 

John B cared little for Grant's folly, 

Only he wanted Uncle Sam for an ally. 



Political Rings : 



A SATIRE. 

By p. CUDMOEE, Esq., 

COUNSELOR-AT-LAW. 

AuUm^ <*f tha "Civil Government of the States and the Constitutional 
Xlislory of the United States," the " Irish Keiiublic," etc., etc. 



Poets of yore to Parnassus did wing — 

And invoked tlie muses to aid 'em to sing — 

Jheir themes often were grand and sublime. 

(Some like Dante hurled shafts of satire — 

Others writ of heroic deeds — chieftains and kings. 

My theme is corruption and political rings — 

Politicians have form'd rings in ev'ry place — 

And a Canal ring in th' Empire State. 

Rings in ev'ry county, town, city, and ward, — 

There was a corrupt ring in Tammany Hall. 

Connolly, Sweeney, Tweed, and their pals, 

Were indicted for corruption and fraud. 

They thought that their deeds ne'er would be known. 

For they controU'd th' Legislature and th' Courts. 

And although Tweed possessed millions, 

O'Conor and th' " Seventy " sent 'im to prison — 



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To rob Uncle Sam is a profitable thing, 

And in Washington is a Treasury ring. 

There are rings of distillers and gangers, 

Bab.'s conspiracy was in Grant's chamber — 

The rings had their aiders and abettors, 

A Washington ring was headed by Shepherd — - 

By Court-House rings the people are defrauded. 

There was a corrupt ring in Chicago — 

There are treasury defaulters in th' States all o'er. 

And S , and M , in Minnesota. 

Tweed for his frauds to prison did go — 
A defalcation, in Minnesota, is called a " lone." 
There are rings to rob the poor red man — 
There were rings of schemers to evade the draft. 
Kings for steahng in the j)ubhc lands. 
And a ring for stealing by " railroad bonds." • 

Kings of schemers, rogues, and defrauders. 
And many rings for robbing the farmers. 
Kings of lobbyists, strikers — political thieves. 
And raih-oad rings — and the " Credit MoUlier."* 
Kings for steahng in the State school funds, 
And rings for monopoly in school books — • 
And rings for steahng in the swamp lands, 
And rings for steahng in school fund bonds. 
Kings for stealing from the poor Indians, 
And rings of defaulters — agents of pensions ; 
In the pension office was a big steal, 

Jim B r, in Chicago, bulldozed Miss Sweet — 

There were rings of trappers and Indian traders, 
And rings to buy up Ten-itorial Legislatures, 



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RiBgs for stealing in the State pine lands, 
And a ring for th' payment of railroad bonds. 
Rings of gangers and inspectors of stills — 
Millions are stolen by " Crooked Wliiskey " ringa 
Revenue thieves make a very big thing — 
And in New York is a Custom-house ring. 
In ev'ry legislature are lobby ringers, 
And in Minnesota are railroad skinners — 
Rings of bondholders and railroad agents. 
Skinners by name and skinners by nature. 

Mc made a fortune in pine land stumps, 

And built a huge mansion with " State funds." 

Th' Government is robbed by contractors and builders, 

They are aided by army and naval ringers — 

Rings influence men in high and low station. 

And raUroad rings the State Legislatures — 

Rings for reconstructing th' Southern States, 

And Grant's conspu-acy to inaugurate Haj^es — 

Many rings of miners and land grabbers. 

And rings of speculators — " railroad wreckers," 

And rings for cheating in wheat and oats 

And for defrauding th' Gov't by cancelHng its notes. 

And although th' rings did plunder and steal, 

Th' President and Governors did 'em shield. 

Many were indicted for " huge steals " — 

Th' j)rosecution increased th' debts of th' States. 

None ev'r doubted of their jilunder and fraud, 

Money and party triumphed o'er th' laws. 

And where th' dominant party didn't want investigation 

Th' matter was hushed up by accepting a resignation — 



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To cover up frauds and stealings Juries are packed 
And State and County Attorneys wink at tli' job — 
And wlien to jprison was. sent a rogue or defaulter, 
The Jail door was opened by th' President's pardon. 
There are rings and defaulters in ev'ry station 
And corruption and plunder aU o'er th' nation. 
Oh, for a Jefferson, a'Jackson, or a Clay ! 
We have mere poHticians — has virtae failed ? 



A Court-house Ring. 

A SATIRE. 



In tliis poem, I am not over civil 

M D , stands for " Mike the Devil." 

"With vile politicians he was in Co — 

So you may qall him Buck or Do. 

My theme is n't of faries, heroes, or princes, 

But of one o' th' vilest of vile jjoHticians. 

D was not known to the rulers of nations ; 

In Kilkenny ( ) he took up his station. 

When he enter'd politics, he was no expert. 
Till he became an apj)rentice to Beelzebub. 
Bubby tutored him in lies and deceit, 
Till he echps'd the serpent that tempted Eve. 

This C hack had a battalion of spies, 

He defeat'd Doyle and D ty with deceit and lies. 

This trickster had no love for pigeon or dove. 
In his greed he gulj^'d down Kilkenny's sweet bird ; 
With lies, corruption, he stirred up contention ; 
He was an adept at packing a convention. 
Satan, with a smile, said to old Do, 
"For Greenbacks you sell the county's Gold ;" 
For weU you know how to grab up pelf, 
You may keep the profit to youi'self. 



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Said Do to Satan, "I'll do it smart." 
So witli th' county's gold he got his first start. 
His satyric j)hiz had a smile satanic, 
"When he defeated poor John L. Meagher. 

While handling S 's money he felt very big — 

With promises and lies he defeated Bill Smith. 

Bill was undaunted ( ), he was a trump, 

And rather than yield he ran on th' stump. 

Do for to match 'im and cause him to stumble. 

With the aid of Dick Walsh he ran Frank Quinlan. 

Frank was jovial, jolly, and easy ; 

With danghng cuiis he charmed some ladies ; 

But the dangling curls have fled, alas I 

Who now cares for Doran's poor old Ass ? 

Franlcy was lazy ( ), he drank "much sack," 

It will cost a million for his clerk. 

Let Frank cry, " Commune " — and " tramp, tramp," 

He's a dearer pill than th' bogus bonds. 

I remember how Frank's heart did flutter 

When he was pursu'd by Tim for th' buggy. 

M D ground his teeth and he swore like Satan, 

When he was defeated by Luther Z. Rogers. 

D had at command men of all brands, 

He'd a brace of supporters in Cadwell and Bangs. 

With his victories he felt quite inflated, 

He was ready to biu-st like th' toad in th' fable. 

Though a mere lout and ignorant boor, 

He became ambitious of honor and fame ; 

And, in his pride, he asj)ired to an office of State. 

By packing conventions he got a delegation. 

And for State Auditor he got a nomination. 

Fearing some light — he signed his resignation. 

He got a j)lotting — and by deception and scheming, 

He thought to get .to Congress or some high station. 

Though not gifted as a debater or orator. 



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He'd make a mark as a strikei* ( ) Salary Grabber. 

To make th' road clear for his political plans, 

He laid his traps to defeat McDonald and Cox, 

In all o' his scheming, early and late, 

He was a mere tool of Horace B. Strait. 

As long as th' fox runs he is captured at last — 

Cudmore, th' historian, let th' cat out of th' bag. 

Do an apprentice of old Beelzebub, 

Finds his Congressonal honors ( ■) a bubble of suds. 

In 1875 Do elected Frank Kolars ; 
In 1876 his Jim was defeated by Borer. 
Through Kilkenny this hojDeful was in a sputter, 
Drumming up votes for mere bread and butter. 

M D cared little for friend, cousin, brother ; 

With " no Irish need apply " he defeated Tom Byrne. 

This miserable boor was bloated with pride — 

Like a hawk on a bird he pounced on M. Wilds. 

In th' Legislature Do defeated Mark for Superintendent, 

For bringing to light Do's figures while Treasurer. 

Mark felt indignant at th' loss of his station. 

And as County Commissioner su'd Do for . 

Bangs was dejected — th' county employed Cox — 
On th' eve of election Le Sueur was "nolle pros." 

"When M D goes through th' county puppies do 

bark, 
They feel so indignant for th' dogs that he taxed. 
To get the County Seat to th' Centre puzzled his wit, 
Till he got th' aid of Eogers, Mort, and E. Smith. 
Back again to Le Sueur th' officials he'd quarter, 
And sell for a poor-house his bmlding, farm. 
The County officials he put under tribute — 
He laid it thick on Quinlan, Kolars, Kinsey — 
His man Friday — fugleman in every season, 

Was his ready tool — bald-headed Mike Gr y. 

Mike was not active at capturing thieves. 



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He knew enougli figures to multiply fees. 

Old Mike, the Sheriff ( ) a man of straw, 

In the Court-house stands ( ) a pipe in his jaw. 

"What a i^hiz — sniff — snivel— snuffle — sneeze ! 
He lost th' hair of his head adding fees. 
Where to place Mc I am at my wits end, 
And for th' present he may straddle th' fence. 

Th' fear of bodly harm troubled D 's mind. 

He sent to St. Peter honest Bill Dynes. 

In 1867, D for Treasui-er did run — 

To head him off, John ran on the stump. 
In 1875, Do devis'd th' Satanic plan, 
Th' defeat o' Borer with political hacks. 

C was defeated by political tricksters. 

The cry of the ring was, " stick to the ticket ; " 
Then, to defeat C— — , the Court-house pack 

All united from Do to , 

O'er pohtical blood-hounds Do's whip did crack, 

Cr y, Q , M y, and "Jim" joined th' pack. 

AVith literary talent Do was not bless' d, 

Yet, in Le Sueur, he bulldozed th' press. 

]\I D , for the bonds, didn't know how to vote. 

He consrdted C n, not a judge of a court. 

Those he didn't enlist with promises and 

He united his dupes like Satan with lies. 

During the war he was a man-catcher — trap — 

He joined a ring for evading the draft. 

M D , Capt. C , and Dr. Mayo, 

To evade the draft, met in Faribault. 

That mean vile crew, ^^th satanic skill. 

Out of poor men did their pockets fill. 

They had their runners — man-catchers — traps — 

WTio made beheve they'd exempt from th' draft. 

Their delud'd dupes in numbers flocked. 

And gave th' draft ring thousands in greenbacks. 



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The mean, vile, low ring made the mare go, 
And for greenbacks fleeced friend and foe. 
As a billy goat scampers down hill, 

D ran off from Marshal Averill. 

Like the vile arch fiend fallen from bliss, 
Do's sole dehght was in doing amiss. 
To set up his pins securely and strong, 

He made nominations in Le bank. 

While j)laying bilHards ( ) drinking in grog shops, 

He selected his tools for packing caucuses — 
He rode through the county to mature his plans ; 
He used beer and whisky and a low dance. 
When he found men more practical than funny. 

With the beer and th' dance he gave them m y. 

He emj^loyed craft, malice, envy ( ) double dealing 

Ambiguity — tricks — deceit — promises — -schemingi 
To rule or ruin he'd use money and spies. 
And, like Satan, mix truth "to vent more lies." 

He dissembled ( ), the rich he worshiped and praised ; 

He looked on foes with anger and low disdain. 

His duped followers oft he did beguile. 

With fair promises and satanic lies. 

He seldom or never prayed to the most High ; 

He bent his knee to Satan and Belial ; 

He car'd not for heroes — not Agamemnon ; 

A mean hunk he — hunker-like worship'd Mammon. 

For wealth and power he had a thirst, 

He took Satan's counsel — " Get money first." 

For to get wealth ( ) his motto was, "succeed." 

In deceit, lies, and cunning he eclipsed th' fiend. 
This greedy cormorant cared not for God's law, 
If with filthy lucre he could fill his maw. 
To get votes or to reap more gain. 
He'd worship Satan's God — even Baal. 
He was outlandish, baso, mean, and vile ; 



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Even the truth he mixed with lies. 

Til' trickster thinks that "by means of pelf. 

That to Congress he will go himself. 

Th' trickster to Congress ne'er will go, 

Be his reward of merit th' hangman's rope ! 

Indeed, the slave has his tools and sj)ies, 

And he pulls his puppets with his wires. 

Now, to this trickster a word I say — 

That every mean dog has his day ! 



DORAN'S ASS-1878. 

Franky, indeed, was quite a mean one — ■ 

He turned Turk — ^he turned Bohemian ; 

Not, indeed, for what he ev'r had '•' -uTote," 

But for packing caucuses — trading votes. 

Franky to his friends never was true ; 

To gain a voter he would lose two. 

He was with all parties on all questions ; 

He was false to his friends ; he us'd deception ; 

To get elected was his aim and end. 

For a few votes he would sell his friends. 

At conventions how he raves and rants. 

That noisy, toady and silly Frank ! 

How the people listen when they pass, 

Just to hear the bray of Doran's ass ! ! 

That stupid ass, in his pranks one day, 

From his cruel master ran away ; 

But the noisy, stupid, servile, hack, 

Just when Doran whistled, hurried back. 

He stooped down at his master's crack. 

To get his burden put on his back. 

"While he stood mute at his master's rack, 

He was told the convention he should pack ; 



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That lie slioiild work, then canter and bray, 

While his cruel master was at th' fair. 

Just wait awhile till election day, 

This stupid ass will want more fresh hay. 

When this stupid donkey will want oats. 

Or in other words, the jieople's votes. 

Tell this donkey, when for votes he asks, 

You can go to thistles — " go to grass ! " 

A bald-headed sheriff, with a frown, 

Said the "ticket with Irish don't load down! " 

This d , this s , of the Irish nation, 

By Irishmen's votes got his high station. 
This mean hack for Doran loudly bawls — 
In seventy-nine he'll have a fall. 
The donkey's blood-hounds, Doran's vile pack. 
The people will clear from th' election track. 
'Stick to the ticket," is th' cry of th' hacks ; 
Let the people shout, " Vote for greenbacks ! " 
Wlien he wants votes, Doran's hack doth whine, 
Don't you forget, " No Irish need apply! " 
He'd keep Irishmen from office, the mean elf ; 
Let th' rule be a^^plied, then, to himself. 

M D 's study early and late, 

Was to get office, real estate — 

To get pelf, power — office — civil. 

He sold himself unto the devil ! 

The contract was drawn with devil's skill, 

Was writ in blood with a raven's quill. 

To get knowledge from Beelzebub, 

He drank raven's blood from a raven's skuU — 

Bird of darkness — ill-omen — evil — 

D 's companion is the devil. 

The Black Crook, or fiend of sable night, 
Wni take (D ) to his kingdom in his flight. 



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The vile arcli-fiend employed his skill, 

And tutored D to manage the mill. 

When by " hocus-pocus, presto, pass," 
The mill stockholders then "went to grass." 
The fiend worked hard, early and late, 

And gave M office, wealth, real estate. 

Th' evil one's jjower he did employ, 

That his enemies he could defy. 

They say the devil must have his due — 

Others joined M D 's vile crew ; 

For to gain influence and capture votes, 

D , with Lapland witches, rode a goat. 

The mean dregs of every nation 

Worked for D for wealth or station ; 

This vile, low herd — this mean, servile pack — 

Always ready when M 's whip did crack. 

Those that the fiend raised always fell ; 

D and his crew may go to h — 11. 

Before you vote think awhile and stoj) ; 
In Le Sueur is a " put-up job." 
If you vote for Doran's servile hacks. 
You wiU have the bonds upon your backs ; 
You will have to work hard night and day, 
The bogus railroad bonds for to pay ! 

Fearing that C would run on th' stump, 

D met his asses at the town pump ; 

At th' town pump they joined in marriage. 
Seventy-nine there'll be a miscarriage ! 
The people '11 have a very long rest ; 
There will be a divorce of the pests. 

D ground his teeth with a great frown ; 

He said, " Iv'e asses in every town." 
His donkeys were running night and day. 
And palsy -headed Jack made a loud bray ; 
O'er th' county it was gallop and trot ; 



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What a mean donkey was lying Jack ! 

In ev'ry town he had hacks and spies ; 

Blatherskite Jack told a bundle of lies. 

Ill it fared with poor old Do, 

That his insane job was no go. 

To congress he cannot now sail, 

On his last hobby, th' county jail. 

Down, down, down-hill he now must slide — 

Th' state prison hobby he can't ride. 

For his mean, low Kasota trick. 

In the next race he will break his neck. 

Old Frank was mean, low, and wicked. 

For he burned John Harty's greenback ticket. 

Now he is on the election track, 

With a load of sin upon his back. 

After election Franky will weep, 

On his very long trip up Salt Creek ! 

On the stump th' ring thought C too bluff, 

And one of the gang was Deacon KiUduff. 
Th' political hacks wiU meet their doom ; 
They will be swept from office with a broom. 
The ring will yet come to grief and shame 
For imputing greenbackers insane. 
A judgment will follow their mean tricks ; 
They or their friends will be lunatics. 
For their low cunning, deceit, falsehood. 
The court-house rats will shed tears of blood. 
Stewart met with sorrow, grief, and woe. 

When M D he joined in Co. 

What a sad, dismal tale he can tell ; 
He paid for his lesson very well ! 
The yA-xw is now laid — the trap is set — 
Another victim is in the net. 

M D will live as he had begun — 

The wretch '11 die " unhonored and unsuncr ! " 



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18 79. 

At Cleveland, said tlie mean boor and scamp, 
In th' Senate, "I'll pass a law 'gin tramps." 
The mean boor through the county did tramp. 
To get good Ii'ishmen to sign his bond. 
Some banks will break like the ocean surge ; 
The boor's offspring wiU yet tramp and drudge. 
A judgment will follow the boor soon ; 
His wealth 'ill shingle many a saloon. 
Now the booby the poor doth deride. 
Behold the swagger of the uj^start's pride. 
In the Senate the boor cried, " peculation ! " 
Did he forget his gold speculation ? 
The brazen upstart, was he not pert. 
In the Senate to talk of experts ? 
Of all the humbugs since creation 
Is a Le Sueur investigation. 

"Loose book-keeping" ( ), ink, and botches, 

Le Sueur ( ) books, scratches, scratches. 

In the court-house are some Doran hacks ; 
They are known in th' county as " the Franks." 
There is Frank the sly, and Frank the fop ; 
I'll not forget Frank, the mean yellow dog. 

M D 's hacks are human chattel. 

Which he drives like " dumb, driven cattle." 
The boor on big interest was intent ; 
In th' Senate he voted for a big per cent. 

( ) fixing interest at ten per cent. — so — 

In the Senate he voted no, no, no ! 

M D 7- made a sad mistake 

When he aspired to dictator of th' State. 
Like the tortoise that want'd to fly. 
Flat on the ground he now must lie. 



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The eagle may soar toward, lieaveu ; 
But on th' gTOUud reptiles fiiad their level. 

Li Chicago it was D 's intention 

To make a splurge in the convention ; 
At th' Times' reporter he'd spit and spat ; 
He bristled up like a big tom cat. 
Oh, what a horrid look — what a sight ! 
D 's big e-rin — but he could not bite ! ! 



M D 'S EPITAPH. 

M D lies beneath this clod of earth, 

A boor to honor and to truth unknown ; 

Under the dragon's tail was his mishap birth, 
And Be-el-ze-bub claimed him for his own. 



The Bondholder's Lamentation, 



A SATIRE. 



The people were victors on election day — 

The bondholders set up a lament or a wail ; 

They called an election on the 12th day of June (1877), 

But they did not find that the farmers were fools. 

The bondholders and their understrapj)ers 

Did not find that the farmers were nappers. 

The bondholders' press set up a wild bray — 

'* You Yot'd down th' bonds " — of light you've not a ray. 
To those who vot'd for th' bonds, it said " all right, 
You're moral men in the splendor of light " — 
To the farmers it said, " you mean stupid serfs, 
You're mean and ignorant for not taxing yourselves." 
A bondholder's paper — a friend of the ringers, 
Said, " vote for the bonds or you are vile sinners." 
If you don't dance to the bondholder's tune, 
You're worse than infidels and the Commune. 
Those who advocate th' payment of bogus bonds 
Are helping to confiscate the farmer's lands. 
'Tis 'gainst th' law of God and th' law of nature, 
To take th' farmer's lands by confiscation. 
It is a legal maxim, well understood, 

" That treason doesn't work corruption of the blood. " 



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Even for acts of treason aud rebellious strife, 

You can only confiscate the farms for life. 

You who cry repudiation and divine law, 

Know that the farmers haven't committed treason at alL 

Those who call railroad bonds " an honest debt," 

Delude others or they delude themselves. 

Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe took a stand 

Against giving railroads a bonus or land. 

Th' Constitutional fathers, in their time, 

Held such donations illegal and unwise. 

Th' bondholder's press is keeping up a wild bray, 

That hereafter the bogus bonds we must pay. 

Farmers, heed not this false siren's note. 

You'll not pay the bonds till for 'em you vote. 

If you heed th' bondholders and their brib'd hacks, 

You'll yet groan under a mountain of tax. 

If you don't vote for the bondholder's tax. 

They'll say you're benighted and live in the dark. 

Chamberlain will follow C D 's plan, 

Th' legislature to make a haul or a grab. 

You now ask me how this can be done. 

By a bill to grab the State school fund. 

If you send th' bondholders to make the laws. 

They will grab the school bonds by trick or fraud. 

Heed you this wise adage oft time spoken, 

You lock th' stable door when th' horse is stolen. 

The bondholders will devise a scheme — 

Political hacks for a court of claims ; 

Th' bondholders know what that court will say, 

For Chamberlain has Greenbacks to pay. 

Farmers, beware of railroad bond ringers ; 

You know how you'U vote on next November. 



TAXES 



A SATIRE. 



In tHs age of civilization 

The people are slaves to taxation ; 

Th' politicians have made man a slave, 

To toil and moil from th' cradle to th' grave. 

The people are tax'd for clothes and food, 

And for house, furniture, coal, and wood ; 

They are tax'd for matches ( ), e'en a pill, 

What a heavy tax is the doctor's bill ! 
That tax the people pay with a will, 
Is the tax on the worm of the still. 

They are tax'd ( ) from a nail to a rope, 

And for tobacco that they puif in smoke. 

They're tax'd for tools ( ) implements of trade ; 

They are tax'd for soap and the barber's blade. 
The farmer is tax'd for th' team he drives. 
He's tax'd for the road o'er which he rides. 
He's tax'd for his mower, rake, and thresher, 
And for his pump, cx'adle, and his washer, 
He is tax'd for his mill and reaper. 
And from a grind-stone to a seeder. 



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He's tax'd for the produce of his lands, 

And he is taxed for railroad bonds. 

He is taxed by the thieving rings, 

Despots worse than many tyrant kings. 

He is taxed for his clock and gun, 

And for all he owns beneath the sun. 

He is taxed to make or mend the law ; 

He feeds soldiers both in j)eace and war. 

He is tax'd to feed those that rule. 

And for to feed the wicked and the poor. 

He is tax'd to feed the mute and blind. 

And the rogue and those who've no mind. 

To pay taxes he is sorely driven — 

He supports the school, church, and prison. 

He is taxed for the books that he reads, 

For all creation, but the air he breathes. 

The peojDle boast of their colleges and schools, 

Yet, they are rvJed by knaves and tools. 

"We've a free press and civilization — 

"We're ( ) tax-ridden people since creation. 

Th' people '11 pay big taxes and booty, 

While they vote for a knave or booby. 

Th' tax ridden people will take a stand. 

They'll tax railroads and the railroad land. 

It will free millions from starvation 

To tax moneyed corporations. 

Tax monopolists and moneyed kings. 

Bondholders, usurers, and the gold rings. 

It would take th' burden off th' people's backs. 

To lay on a heavy income tax. 

Indeed, the farmers will the day rue. 

That they kej^t in oflSce th' knave and boor. 

"Wnbat better than a thief and robber 

Is th' court-house rat and salary grabber ? 

The farmers vote for their old party hacks. 



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Who put a load of tax upon their backs. 

The farmer is taxed for th' coffin in which he sleeps ; 

He is taxed for shroud and winding sheets. 

In the grave the farmer is taxed still, 

For there is a heavy tax on his will. 

In the grave he isn't free from taxation, 

For his will is taxed for probation. 

He's tax'd in this world and ( ) future state ; 

He's tax'd on the road to heaven's gate. 
AVhen will he be free from the tax bill ? 
Just when good Saint Peter lets him in. 



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The Day we Celebrate." 



THE IRISH AT HOME AND ABROAD. 



Irishmen celebrate this day in ev'ry laiid. 

From th' bright polar star to th, soutberu cross ; 

From Labrador to India's coral strand, 

And from th' gigantic Andes to th' classic Alps. 

Irishmen celebrate this day in ev'ry clime, 

Though you came from th' Shannon, th' Suir, or th' Boyne. 

Remember your country, though in foreign lands ; 

"Whether you came from th' Blackwater, Slaney, or Bann ; 

Though you came from th' Nore, th' Barrow, or Dee ; 

The Bride, th' Liffey, Deel, Moy, or the Lee — 

From th' Kerry Reeks to th' mountains of Down, 

Mount Nephin, Barthowra, Slievenamon th' renown'd, 

Slieve Bloom, Arra, KeejDer, and Mount Leinster ; 

Mangerton, Commeragh, and Howth, near th' Liffey. 

Remember your mission your country to free. 

From the jDcaks of Slieve Guillion to th' stately Galtees. 

Your tall mountaineers would all fight to-morrow, 

From th' Giant's Causeway to th' hills of Duhallow ; 

From th' shores of Lough Erne to th' plains of Kildare, 

Th' Lakes of Killarney to th' banks of Lough Neagh ; 

From th' shores of Lough Foyle, Lough Mask, or Lough 

Garra ; 
From th' hill of Howth to wild Connemara. 



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You're all Irish, from the Bauu to the Shauuou ; 

From Leinster, from Munster, from Ulster, CannaughL 

Remember Clontarf, where Brian vanquished th' Danes ! 

Forget not Tyrone and Owen, Roe, O'Neill! 

Remember old Erin and her men of renown, 

Sarsfield th' brave, who held Limerick town ! 

Remember Limerick, Blackwater, and Benburb ; 

The halls of Dungannon and the Eighty-two Club. 

Remember the i^atriots, the true and the brave ; 

The heroes of Wexford in famed ninety-eight. 

L'ish warriors have bled from Shannon to Rhine ; 

The plains of Landon and famed Fontonoy. 

The United Irishmen, their fate we deplore ; 

The immortal Emmet and valiant Wolf Tone. 

In every clime Irishmen have shown valor, 

From th' Hudson to Ganges, from Danube to Shannon. 

Irish Ciceroes England's misrule long withstood, 

Th' j)atriots O'Connell, Curran, Grattan, and Flood. 

Other patriots 'gainst wrongs their pens did wield, 

Meagher, Mitchel, McGee, Davis, and Shiel. 

Ireland can boast of her scholars and schools, 

In the days of the Christian and mystic Druids. 

Ireland can boast of her brave chivalry, 

Both Pagan and Christian of true hospitality. 

Her zealous missionaries, in age-s long passed. 

Carried to foreign chmes th' gospel and cross. 

Erin, dear Erin ! you're now in the shade. 

The land of the warrior, the bard, and th' saint. 

Be United Irishmen in heart and in name, 

Though 3'our sires of yore came from 'yond th' Main. 

Join hands and hearts with th' vahant old Gael, 

You sons of the Norman, th' Saxon and Dane ; 

Your sires of yore caused Erin to weep, 

Ours be the mission dear Erin to free ! ! 



THE FALL 



Turkish and British Empires, 



This is an often repeated adage, 
' Sci'atcli a Russian, I'll show you a Tartar " — 
Russian, Cossack, Tartar, are the same. 
Czar Peter, Genghis Khan and Tamerlane. 
Many a bloody battle was carried on 
Between the Tartars and the Ottoman. 
Tartars and Turks will fight their battles o'er, 
The Russians will take Constantinople ; 
"Wliether Russ or Tui'k be victor — all the same, 
If we get England into the flame. 
Many a time some Irishmen have said, 
England will keep from the battle's blaze. 
With all her wisdom, mean tx'icks and saws, 
She cannot resist Grod's own just Laws. 
Ancient nations had their rise and fall ; 
Oh, England ! the " writing is on the wall." 
Divine prophets — wise, good, true and old. 
Predict that to Palestine th' Jews'll be rastored ; 
Those who doubt not in divine hoi}' writ. 
Know that the Turkish empire will soon end. 



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The Russians then will enter Samarcand, 
And next they will enter Hindostan — 
The nation's flags will be unfurled — 
England's navy into ruin will be hurled. 
The news will resound from pole to pole 
That Britannia's empire is no more ! 
Oh, Erin's son, thou art not forgot, 
Emmet's epitaph is writ at last ! 
Heed you this moral, all true Irishmen, 
Believe in prophecy and Columbkille ; 
Let the watch-word now and ever be. 
That all nations must and shall be free ! 



The Sweetest Here Below. 



Sweet is Aurora's bright car ; 
Sweet is the morning and ev'ning star ; 
Sweet is th' heaven's azure blue ; 
Sweet is the rainbow's vari'd hue ; 
Sweet is th' moon's silvery hght, 
And million stars that shine by night. 
Sweet is the comet's fiery train, 
Th' Great Creator's power proclaims. 
Sweet is th' sun's silvery sheen ; 
Sweet is Flora's robe of green ; 
Sweet is the light from God above, 
Th' Mighty One, the Truth, the Love. 

It's sweet to spend a sweet hour, 

IVIidst blooming blossoms — vernal flowers ; 

Oh, sweet is the breeze of morn, 

The lark's carol, th' hunter's horn ; 

And sweet is the summer breeze, 

Midst peach, palm, and orange trees. 

In Autumn, it is sweet to see 

Luscious fruit and golden wheat ; 

And winter has its delight, 

With a pleasant and good wife. 



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It's sweet to stand on a rock — • 
To see tli' billows roll and dash. 
Sweet to sail on th' stormy main, 
To see tli' fishes sport and x^lay. 
It's sweet oft to be alone, 
O'er mountains and glens to roam ; 
O'er mountains wild and airy 
To climb th' rocks to th' eagle's erie ; 
Sweet to roam o'er glens enchant'd, 
By fauns, sprites, and fairies haunt'd. 
Sweet to roam over lonely glens, 
To sit by cool and silvery rills. 

Sweet to roam o'er fields and woods ; 
Sweet are th' notes of singing birds ; 
Sweet is th' sunset's golden hue ; 
Sweet the sparkling drops of dew ; 
Sweet is all of God's creation, 
Give him praise and admiration ! 
Sweet to converse with a friend. 
And in union thoughts to blend. 
"What dear friend can be so kind 
As a sweet and loving wife ! 
Th' sweetest, dearest here below, 
Is my belov'd . 

Th' great secret of a happy wedd'd life. 
Is to give your confidence to your wife. 
Tell her your hope and aspiration, 
And she'll promote your expectation. 
Give her your confidence and caress. 
Like a babe upon its mother's breast. 

, , my dear, my love, before you sleep, 

Send to th' Good God a prayer for ma ; 
And in the morning when you awake. 
Oh, pray for me — oh, do for God's sake. 



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Pray that God may crown me with success, 
And that my hxbors may ba blessed ; 
That God may give you to me for a Avife, 
To love and comfort me in this life ; 
And when we leave this world o' vexation, 
That God may crown us with salvation. 

, , my lovely dear, and sweet jDet, 

In my prayers, I'll ne'er you forg'et ; 
Sweetest, purest, loveliest, precious dear, 
"Merry Christmas and a happy New Year." 

Do not, my love, heed what others tell you ; 
You'll find me loving, honorable and true. 

Oh, , , this doubt would soon depart, 

If you'd know the purity of my heart ! 
Sweetest, dearest, loveliest, precious dove, 
Oh, have you ever felt the pangs of love ? 

, have you felt love's bui'niug jjain ? 

Then heed my plaintive and sorrowful tale. 
Will you, dear, excuse this poetic strain ? 
It relieves my heart of grief and pain ! ! 

Oh, , , , oh, for the time 

"When I can call you my sainted wife ! 
God bless you, dear, now and hereafter. 
And your sweet niece and lovely daughters. 
Your true lover, now and forevermore, 
Yours, in love and friendship, , . 



The Fall of the Turkish Empire. 



I'he crescent banner long in triumph waved 
O'er the Turkish j^irate and the Christian slave : 
Greece, the land of science, arms and arts, 
Thy sons were sold as slaves in Turkish marts. 
In Turkish slave marts often were seen 
For sale, like cattle, the noble Greeks, 
"Whose sires, in the days of Grecian renown, 
Ancient civilization handed down. 
Moslem warriors, with sword in hand. 
Spread desolation o'er sea and land. 
Those fierce fanatics, fired with zeal, 
O'erthrew Jerusalem — enslav'd the Greeks. 
Yea, Christian captives from every land. 
With the heathen were sold in Turkish marts. 
Turkish pirates roam'd o'er every main. 
To furnish Turkey with Christian slaves. 
Franks, ItaHans, Greeks, were sold by caitiffs 
As slaves, to fierce and lusty califs. 
The Turks' rallying cry in every battle, 
" There is but one God — Mahomet is Prophet. 
Slay thine enemies — take their goods and life — 
Your reward is Heaven or Paradise." 
Oh, Jerusalem, what a foul disgrace ! 



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Omar, with " dirty sheep skins," sat'in th' holy place. 

The Moslem barbarians, in their wild zeal, 

Gave hbraries to the devouring flames. 

The semi-barbarians thought th' prophet wise 

For allowing the faithful plural wives. 

Th' Mussulman fanatics, with sword in hand, 

Spread Mahomet's rehgion o'er sea and land. 

Unbelievers had no other election 

But tribute, extermination, or conversion. 

The Moslem tyrants- all Evirope did alarm 

With their pu-ates, slave marts, and their harems. 

The Turkish warriors the world did alarm, 

Kome was saved by a tempestuous storm. 

The world trembled before the Moslem van ; 

At Leponta they were defeated by Don John. 

All nations yielded before their advance. 

Till defeated by the martial sons of France. 

Two million Christians met a bloody fate 

While wresting from the Moslem th' Savior's grave. 

For two hundred years of bloody strife- 

Fought many a Christian chief and noble knight. 

They fought for Christ, religion, fame, and renown, 

Civilization, liberty, and the martyr's crown. 

Their degenerate sons, alas ! for shame, 

Cry o'er the cross let the crescent wave ! 

Oh, it's strange — it's wicked and absurd. 

To see so many Christians turn Tut-ks I 

O, mammon, to fill commercial marts. 

Degenerate Christians wave th' crescent o'er the* cross ! 

Does it not move a Cliristian's heart to ire, 

When reading of Bulgarian villages on* lire ? 

Oh, how women and children shriek'd and groan'd, 

Befoi'e the Bashi Bazoiiks fire and sword I 

The Turkish crescent is on the wane ; 

The Ottoman empire is doomed by" fate ; 



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The Turkish power will have a fall ; 

The fatal writing is on the wall ; 

The news will resound from pole to pole 

That the Turkish empire is no more. 

On Sophia's th' cross 'ill be unfurled, 

Constantinople ( ) mistress of the world f f 



President Hayes, 

A SATIRE. 



Grant's conspiracy was- a military display — 

An intimidation to inaugurate Hayes — 

Many Democrats who want'd a legal decision, 

Joined Rejoublicans for an Electoral Commission. 

Many Democrats, as in days of yore, 

Put faith in th' Judges of the SujDreme Court — 

The Republicans managed the wires ; 

They got three of the Judges out of the five. 

The three Judges though well versed in lore, 

Cared little for law, honor, or oaths. 

Miller, Strong, and Bradley — well learn'd in law — 

Would'nt investigate perjury, forgery, fraud. 

Bradley said there wasn't law 'gain fraud or deceit — 

The logic of th"" Serpent that tempted Eve. 

The people no longer the Courts did admire, 

And the Supreme Court then sunk in the mire ! 

"When th' decision of th' Commissioners was known, 

That th' majority behind th' returns wouldn't go, 

Many Democrats did then rave and bluster — 

They thought to keep out Hayes by filibuster. 

Then Foster, a wily and sly old knave. 

Promised th' " Governors " for votes for Hayes, 



Matthews and Foster — Hayes' abettors — 

By such means made a fraudulent President. 

The old abolitionists were sorely startled 

By Hayes' inaugural and Southern policy. 

Th' fraudulent President to condone his sins. 

Put into his Cabinet some wornout Whigs. 

To cover up the theft of a political dastard, 

Hayes put into his Cabinet some so-called Democrats. 

They were pi'ofessed Democrats — Democrats to win— 

With them he thought to resurrect the fossil Whigs. 

The fraudulent President — oh ! Tylerism — • 

Tried to break up his party for Whigism. 

To carry out the bargain, as hinted before, 

Hayes sent to Louisiana a Commission of " one-to-four.' 

They had their instructions from Billy Evarts — 

"Buy up Packard'' — "Don't investigate th' election.'' 

The Louisiana question was a hard nut to crack. 

Some one once exclaimed, " Write me down an ass '' — 

No matter what j)oet from Chaucer to Tupper — 

Hayes recognized Nichols — Hayes th' usurper. 

It needs no logic, it is only too plain, 

If Packard wasn't elected, neither was Hayes — 

Time reveals secrets of time and States. 

It will yet prove a bargain and sale. 

Grant left a nut to crack for Rutherford Hayes, 

To manage th' " color hne" in the duplicate States. 

This was an anomaly never seen before — 

Duplicate Governors, Legislatures, and Courts. 

Many Republicans became alarmed 

At Hayes' attempt to break up their party — 

The Whigs hoisted on their banner of party, 

The motto, "Currency," "Improvement," "Tariff." 

Before election, Hayes cried "civil reform," 
Rotten Treasvu-y, BouAweU, Richardson, alarm. 



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To defraud Tilden was a very mean thing, 

His majority was a million white men. 

Key to the Democrats, said join th' Whig line. 

"You'll get a i^art of th' Federal sj)oils" — 

Til' President de facto, Rutherford Hayes, 

Made a Senator in the Buckeye State — 

His letter to Garfield was a whopper— 

To yield the field to Stanley Matthews. 

He said my influence will, I've no doubt, 

Make you the Speaker of the next House. 

Democrats have a majority true. 

But you'll see what my influence will do. 

Oh, what shameful corrupt bargain and sale — 

A political reward to th' agent of Hayes ! 

Before election, the cry of Jim Blaine, 

Was, beware of Tilden and Southern claims — 

What a shock it was for President Hayes, 

His repudiation by the Buckeye State — 

On the Fovirth of July, Independence Day. 

Hayes was denounced publicly by Jim Blaine, 

Who opened his oratorical battery, 

And denounced Hayes and his Mexican policy. 

Hayes promis'd reform in the civil service. 

While spending campaign funds in the election. 

But the campaign money was not from his bank, 

But the wages of postmasters and Federal clerks. 

Hayes' administration is a sad miscarriage, 

An illegitimate child legaliz'd by marriage ! 



1878. 

The cry of the shylocks and the banks. 
Was give us specie — gold-bearing bonds — 
They would rob the cradle and the dead 
For gold-bearing bonds and "pound of flesh ;'* 



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But the face of the bonds would not do, 
"With the flesh they would have the Llood too. 
Hayes to please the bondholder's gold ring, 
In seventy-eight veto'd th' Silver Bill. 
He spoke of sacred contracts and law — 
Oh, thou hypocrite, thou fraud of frauds- 
Fraudulent President, what a fall, 
Anderson guilty of forgery, fraud. 
Judge Manning winked at rascality — 
Anderson Avas released by technicality — 
Th' Attorney Gen'ral mov'd for a new trial. 
But the Supreme Court would not stand fire. 
Hayes kept in office Returning Board hacks. 
In Louisiana, their deputies and clerks — 
To shut up the mouth of a tool (— ) dastard. 
He made a British Consul of Packard, 
Who was well paid ( — ) his agent and tool. 
In the commercial city o' Liverpool. 
Thou fraudulent President what pain. 
It brought thy heart — th' investigation by Blair- 
To oust the President from station 
By th' Supreme Court investigation. 
Florida and Louisiana grief did bring 
By the disclosures of Weber and McLin, 
To drive fraudulent Hayes from his station 
Inspired Congressional investigation — 
Seventy-eight, on th' thirteenth day of May, 
In Congress th' Democrats met in array — 
Th' Repubhcan tactics was time and bluster 
To prevent a quorum by filibuster — 
Hayes and his friends all over the nation 
Tried to prevent an investigation — 
Hayes didn't like Democratic attitude. 
He spoke with rage of Southern ingratitude. 
Hayes says there is n't a remedy in law. 



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To oust a President cliosen by fraud. 

Hayes said Tildeu might ask a quo xvarranto, 

But that the Supreme Court would say, ' 'No, no.' 

Hayes men rail'd at investigation — - 

They say it '11 ruin business relation — 

If political frauds are n't defeated. 

Again, and again they '11 be repeated. 

The Hayes men are for force and fraud still, 

From the Treasury their pockets they fill. 

The politicians eat th' people's bread. 

They'd rob the grave, the living, and the dead. 

If we sanction usurpation and fraud — 

They will ov'rthrow th' Constitution and th' law. 

If we don't stand by the Constitution, 

We '11 have anarchy and revolution. 

Hayes wants a standing army, of course, 

To uphold usurpation by force. 

Hayes 'd prefer war and desolation, 

Rather than lose his usurp'd station. 

Hayes men feel the lash of Butler Ben — 

They fear they '11 lose the Treasiuy bin. 

Ben Butler leaves th* Republican raft. 

As rats leave a rotten ship or craft. 

For Butler knows of what he's thinking, 

For the Republican craft is sinking. 

Key's lettler to th' South is understood, 

As a threat of civil war and blood. 

Hayes fears Potter's investigation, 

A deadlock — "non-cooperation." 

He fears caucuses and like agreement. 

He fears removal by impeachment. 

Hayes' men fear the light of detection. 

For their overthrow of free election. 

Hayes men sneer and snarl at Pottery, 

They fear he will smash Hayes' crockery, 



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Then we will hear no more mockery. 
But fierce abuse of democracy, 
Sherman is mad, he '11 not get better, 
From th' attack of " Anderson letter " — 

Sherman, Matthews, Hayes ( ) oh, what alarm! 

Anderson not sent to a climate warm — 

On a Yoyage, on a long, long trip, 

To Pluto's kingdom for a consulship. 

Th' fraudulent President could hide sin, 

By sending Anderson to Tientsin. 

Ti-easury Sherman, your wealth is great ; 

You know how to manage the syndicate. 

Well you know how your pockets to fill, 

For you can draw water to your mill. 

Hayes, Sherman, Matthews, Harlan, did wilt 

When it was known their knowledge of guilt — 

Th' guilt o' corruption, forgery, and fraud — 

The violation o' oaths, honor, and law — 

Th' guilt of fraud, forgery, deception 

In the presidential election. 

To Hayes it brought dishonor, grief, woe, 

For not sending McLin to Mexico. 

A halter on his neck^he would slip, 

Rather than he'd give him a Judgeship ! 

Hayes' and Sherman's characters doth sink ; 

They cannot be saved by Mrs. Jenks ! 

Stanley Matthews, thou art a mere tool I 

Thou art a coward ! thou art a fool ! 

Vfh-j did you shrink from investigation. 

To keep a usurper in his station ? 

Dio Lewis the workingmeu would feed. 

While working hard, on " two cents' worth o' beef." 

Lewis and th' monopolists have cheek ; 

They'd have men live on fifty cents a week. 

This is all nonsense, and mere claptrap. 



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From tliird-rate lecturers, fools, and quacks. 

Grant men want war and blood — civil strife — 

An army to sboot workingmen on the strike. 

Til' men w^bo marched with Grant with knapsacks. 

When they ask for work, are called tramps. 

Grant wants an army, like other nations, 

Monarchy, blood, and usurpation. 

Jay Gould monopolists and th' gold ring 

Are now asking for Grant as a king. 

Kemember the fable of the frogs, 

Jupiter, Apollo, and King Log. 

God save the Republic from the shock, 

And from the destruction of King Stork. 

The soldiers' vote Gen'ral Grant will kill, 

Because he veto'd their bounty bill ! 

Shylocks, bondholders, and corrujDt rings 

Sent Grant to Europe to train as king. 

Grant apes the manners of th' kiugly school ; 

He'd like to be a lord or a grand duke. 

His great ambition soars higher still — 

President, dictator, and then king ! 

Politicians want to get Grant back, 

And trot him on the presidential track. 

The monopolist and th' whiskey ring 

Want Grant as dictator or a king. 

Th' cry of strong government ( ), monarchy, 

Is raised by th' codfish aristocracy. 
Who are the purse-proud aristocracy ? 
Those who get wealth by rascality. 
A thing for jeers, sneers, and mockei-y. 
Is American aristocracy ! 

Monopolists, rings ( ), shoddyocracy. 

Will make th' country a Plutocracy. 
If monopolists and th' whiskey ring 
Make Grant a dictator or a king, 



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He'll drive the country to revolution, 
Which '11 end in despotism and dissolution ! 
The cry is raised of " tramp ! tramjD ! " 
To make a president-king of Grant. 
God save the country from such a thing 

As Grant for president ( ), tyrant, king! 

The monopolists and pvu'se-proud snobs 
Call the poor workingmen commune tramps. 
The Shylocks — bondholders — will th' day rue 
That they drew the line between th' rich and poor. 
Where would be the rich man's store of pelf 

But for th' j)oor man's sweat ( ), th' source of all 

wealth ? 

Snobs, monopolists, and their tools ( ), knaves — 

Cannot make white Americans slaves. 

Let the shout resound from sea to sea. 

That the people must and shall be free ! 

We'll not hsten to such silly things, 

Th' right divine of bondholders and kings. 

Purse-pi'oud snobs lisp the new-coined slang. 

And brand good poor men as commune tramps. 

The workingmen without fear or dread 

Must and shall have their rights — work or bread ! 

The people read ( ), rich man, undei-stand, 

You can't enslave the people by " tramp ! tramp ! " 

Th' rich man cries ( ), " I care not, right or wrong ; 

* We must have a government that's strong." 
Oh, remember Freedom leads the van ; 
Tyranny yields to th' " divine right of man ! " 
If Wealth should tiy Liberty to iathrall, 
Wealth, not Liberty, must in the conflict fall. 
Th' bankers' wealth is in bonds and notes of hand ; 
In revolutions it would slip like sand. 
It's th' experience of man in ev'ry age and clime, 
That the soui'ce of wealth is from land, sea, and mine. 



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Hark ye ! hark ye ! ye Sbylocks and sharks : 

The people's march — tramp, tramp, tramp ! 

Behold the people marching up in force, 

Where aU have equal rights, to the polls. 

At the j)olls th' people will take their stand, 

And in their might vote down the bogus banks. 

We'll have, as in Jackson's time of yore, 

A nation's currency — treasury notes. 

The Shylocks who in bonds put their trust, 

Th' revolution wiU their bubble burst. 

The workingmen '11 seek retribution 

In the forthcoming revolution. 

O Shylock ! Shylock ! the time is ripe 

For the people to assert their rights. 

Fear you ( ) th' terrific and awful strife, 

Th' people's struggle for bread and life. ■ 
Hark ye, hark ye, Shylocks ! hark with dread ! 
The people's grand march for work and bread ! 
Oh, you who would save this nation's life, 
Don't drive workingmen into a strike ! 
Remember, remember, foohsh snobs, 
That your own dear offspring may yet tramj) ! 
Remember, mothers, your darling child — 
Can you tell where he will end his 1 if e ? 

You who oppress Avorkingmen ( ) quite sore, 

Remember that Chi-ist was of the j)oor. 
That person does deserve a halter 
Who'd feed men only on bread and water. 
Workingmen, heed not th' money -kings' tune 
Of tramp, tramp, tramp — commune, commune ! 
Th' cry of " commune, tramp, tramj^, tramp ! " 
Is raised by the bondholding clan. 
The cry of workingmen for work and food. 
Will not be hushed by " commune ! commune ! " 



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18 79. 

New England fishermen, in days o' yore, 
Fished in the sea, and along th' shore. 
Those poor fishermen were brave and free ; 
They fought tyrants both by land and sea ; 
They foiight for freedom and human rights ; 
They nobly bled under th' stars and stripes. 
England came with a j)iratic band, 
She claim'd dominion by sea and land. 
She said, Samuel, this is my wish, 
That you pay miUions for my fish. 
Samuel, another word with thee, 
I'll sell my fish in thy markets free. 
Evarts, you put your fish to your nose. 
And I'll walk off with this bag of gold. 
The j)eople yet will let England see. 
That the ocean must and shall be free ; 
Free from jDole to pole, from clime to clime, 
Then fishermen can cast net and line. 
In their utter despair, Hayes men sought, 
To shield fraud with telegrams in naught j 
Officeholders and "jDenny-a-liners," 
Would shield Hayes by telegrams in cipher. 
Before th' Potter investigation. 
Gov. Tilden made this revelation — 
He swore on his honor and solemn oath, 
That in the South he never bought a vote. 
That in Louisiana votes were for sale, 
That he ne'er bid or bargained for th' same. 
Republicans must now stop their scoffing, 
Telegrams in cipher are naught — nothing. 
And although Hayes holds his usurped jDlace, 
TUden was elect'd President — all th' same. 
A greater curse than war, famine, plague, 



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Is the treaty made by Burlingame. 

By that treaty the MoiigoUan race, 

Like clouds of locusts, our free shores invade. 

The Chinese heathens believe not in God, 

They adore wood and stone ( ) the idol. 

If we don't stop Chinese immigation, 
With leprosy they '11 infect the nation ! ! 
The workingmen wiU find out too late, 
That Chinamen have made them mere slaves. 
The workingmen must have meat and bread. 
And their wives and children must be fed. 

John Chinaman lives ( ) on a groat (Grwat), 

Carrion, vermin, rice, mice, cat, and rat. 

We must stop Mongolian immigration, 

Or it '11 blast Caucasian civilization ! ! 

No more heathens from Empire Ta Tsing, 

Was the text of th' anti-Chinese bill. 

Import no more than fifteen at a time — 

The penalty one hundred dollars fine. 

Monopolists swore that they 'd be Hayes' foe. 

Unless the Chinese bill he would veto. 

The President, th(; offspring of fraud, 

On the veto for awhile did halt. 

This was sham, a political trick, 

For with the rich did n't he always stick. 

Hayes would make all white men human chattel, 

Eather than merchants 'd lose Chinese cattle. 

The fraud spoke of treaty denunciation, 

Who trampled on sacred obligation ! 

He said all right, th' denunciation 

Of the treaty with "La Great Nation." 

The French fought England by land and sea, . 

To make America great and free. 

What base ingratitude for French valor — 

Preference for heathens and their dollar. 



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The great fraud gave Congress a snubbing ; 
Those who install'd 'im deserv'd a drubbing. 
Hayes would deprive freemen of their birthright. 
He's a FederaHst of the bluest light. 
Treaties are n't binding in time of danger, 

From pestilence, war ( ) or the invader. 

Th' invasion of Mongolians and Tartars, 

Eclipse ( ) Huns, Goths, and Vandals. 

A nation's life and self-preservation. 
Is a higher law than obligation ! ! 
Working men, remember Hayes with a will. 
And his veto of th' anti-Cliinese bill ! 
Beecher's preaching is all gammon ; 
For his great idol is mammon. 
Indeed, his motives are all for self. 
Pleasure, mammon, the world and the flesh. 
Beecher's object is, the rich to please. 
He's the champion of leprous Chinese. 
He'd import a Chinese human flood ; 
He would make white men hewers of wood. 
He wants hordes of leprous yellow races, 
To bring white men to starvation wages. 
Bondholders, bankers, usurious knaves, 
With specie payment th' people now enslave. 
The shylocks cry rag-baby and rags — 
From th' revenue they fill their money bags. 
The people '11 rally from shore to shore. 
Against th' banks as Jackson did of yore. 
Bondholders, on their way to heaven. 
Are Christians one day out of seven. 
But on the other six days mammon's crew 
Are extortionists, sharpers, shavers — Jew. 
This once glorious and great nation. 
Is now enslaved by taxation. 
Th' people 're tax'd from an anchor to a nail, 



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And from a match e'en to the ships that sail. 

When a party is long in power, 

It becomes corrupt, rotten, and foul. 

The people wiU, for they are able. 

Clean out the pohtical stable. 

And all corrupt, rotten, and foul filth, 

With its corrupt party send adrift. 

Long the j^eople will be great and free. 

If they only vote 'gainst the " term three." 

This country will fall hke other nations. 

If parties are kejDt too long in stations. 

Long the people will avert their doom. 

If they read the fall of Greece and Rome — 

Bribes, ambition, luxury, and wealth. 

In Greece and Rome o'erthrew th' commonwealth. 

Its the destiny, the fate of all. 

Empires and Republics ( •) rise and fall. 

Greece and Italy were great and grand. 

One a speck, and t'other a strip of land. 

These famed countries, once were great and free, 

They held dominion by land and sea. 

Their men were wise — their warriors great. 

They vanquished realms and many a State. 

Glory — martial flame, their soldier hearts did fire. 

They thought it sweet for their country to expire. 

But sad the change, and sad, indeed, the theme. 

They became slaves, who once were brave and free. 

Love of country disappeared by stealth, 

Thro' bribes, poverty, luxury, and wealth. 

The rich men influenced the masses, 

They drew a line between the classes. 

Th' invaders came — -th' common scourge of all, 

Ah, both rich and poor they did inthraU. 

Americans, what e'er be your stations, 

Remember the fate of other nations. 



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Columbia once was brave and free, 

Now til' country's corrupt from sea to sea ! 

At elections men are bought and sold, 

With office, greenbacks, sUver, and gold. 

Who sells his vote is a human chattel, 

The rich buy him as they do their cattle ! 

The franchise is more precious than fine gold, 

Too precious either to be bought or sold. 

Let the peoj^le now a law devise. 

Buyer and seller to disfranchise ! 

Now we must stoj) corruption's rapid tide, 

Or th' country 'U be rotten ere it '11 be ripe. 

Pohtical rings don't tliink it funny, 

That satirists have more gaU than honey. 

Pohticians dread my predictions, 

As they fear my maledictions. 

Vile jiohticians now feel my satire, 

Dunces won't sneer at it, and tliink for awliile. 

Corrupt pohticians dread my ii"e. 

Justice, humor, truth, wit, sarcasm, satire. 

Grant loves the chime of the Chinese gong. 

And he wants heathen hordes from Hong Kong. 

Grant speaks with wrath of demagogism, 

He wants to estabhsh Csesarism. 

What a curse awaits Caucasian breed, 

If it be mixed with inferior seed. 

Ah, the curse — the fall — what degradation, 

Awaits the crime of amalgamation. 

Ah, behold with horror and with dread. 

That feeble offspring of th' white and red. 

Does it improve the noble Caucasian stock, 

The tawny offspring of the white and black ? 

Oh, degraded offspring of the white man, 

Mixtiu'e of black, red, yeUow, brown, and tan. 

Horrid goblin — monster — what e'er you be ; 



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Hideous creature, how long will you be free ? 
Woe, woe, — abomination ! 

Grant and Chinese immigration ! ! 

Grant was fooUah — he was not witty — 

He ask'd a reception from Cork city — 

Drinking with lords, dukes, and princes, what not, 

He became stupid — he became a sot. 

From eating and drinking — whisky — beer, 

He forgot the Centennial year. 

When Ii'eland sent o'er a delegation. 

With an address from the Irish nation. 

Grant was President — m high station ; 

He said there was no " Irish nation ! 1 " 

Grant may now pick his teeth with a fork, 

He 'U n't get a blarney-dinner fr-om Cork. 

Arise, thou prophet, bard, saint, and sage, 

Denounce the sins of this venal age. 

And you, who in the pulpit ( ) stand. 

Denounce the coiTuption of the land ! 
And denounce the rulers of the nation. 
For bribery — steahng — peculation ! 
And denounce th' " pharisaical " faces. 
Of aU who steal in high and low places . 
And denounce all mean, corrupt ringers, 
As vile, pollut'd, and wicked sinners. 
Denounce as hideous, vile, and loath. 
The wi'etch who buys or sells a vote ! 
May God touch your hps with holy fire, 
And may he fill your hearts with his ire. 
May he give you strength to take a stand. 
For to scoui'ge corruption fr-om the land ! 
Why sit'st thou there with hmbs of sloth. 
Wrapt in sable or ermine robes. 
Oh, thou wert once a man beheld with awe. 
An expounder — an oracle of law — 



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For to shield the weak against the strong, 
To maintain the right, to punish wrong, 
And a shield against intrusion — 

expounder of th' Constitution. 

You've made th' Constitution a thing of wax, 
To rob the people -with a " bonus" tax. 
For the Supreme Coui-ts of the nation 
Have enslav'd th' people vnth taxation. 
So away vnth. humbug and clap-trap, 
Now I'll let you know what I am at — ■ 
That the Supreme Comets of the nation 
Have aided raHroad corj)orations. 

Even by ( ) one majority. 

To confiscate private property. 
Constitutional law is lax — 
Th' courts put on a raiboad " bonus " tax. 
By the coui-ts, let it be understood — 

to rob th' people is h't for th' pubHc good. 

To pile the wealth of the whole nation 
In the hands of raih'oad coi-porations, 
To the people it matters not a straw — 
Their money is gone by tricksters or th' law. 
Bards and wits, in ages long, long past, 
On the stage, crimes and tjn-ants did lash ; 
They feared not th' despot's frown and ire, 
They lashed his crimes with keen satire. 
Against corniption they sjDoke and writ, 
Kings quail'd before their humorous wit. 
Th' crimes and foUies of a venal age, 
Were the jest and laughter of the stage. 
The crimes of kings were shown in tragedy, 
The crixaes of knaves were shown in comedy. 

Tragedian, comedian ( ■ ) the bulfoon, 

Genius, sarcasm, satu'e, and lampoon, 
Wit and humor- — such ( ) as these. 



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Knaves and monarchs alike did tease. 

All you, "who write or who act on the stage, 

Denounce th' crunes and corruption of the age ! ! 

Denounce pohtical dishonesty, 

Federal, State, and mvinicipahty ! ! 

The true genius, the despot's hand won't Idss, 

Nor cares he whether mobs or reptiles hiss. 

He cares not whether fools or despots blame, 

His great object is, an immortal name ! 

Itaha's bard on his foes pour'd u'e. 

Like Vesuvius' volcanic fire. 

Against his foes satire was hurled — 

His poems ai'e th' wonder of the world. 

Satirists, in ev'ry age and nation. 

From oppression have drawn inspiration. 

Poets ai-e inspu*'d by the powers above, 

Theu' great inspiration is fi-om hate and love. 

Th' lays of other bards our hearts do move. 

With their strains of unrequited love. 

The bards Camoens, Petrarch, and Tasso, 

Their fate was disappointment, grief, and woe. 

Oft genius is sorely distressed, 

While fools and knaves with wealth ai-e possessed. 

Poets oft have felt penui-y's fierce dart. 

For they would not practice the courtly art ; 

The art to flatter and to fawn 

On royalty's mean reptile sj)awn. 

Satirist often write to punish wrong. 

Love often inspires a verse or a song. 

To save his life from a briny grave, 

Camoens swam on the ocean's wave. 

He saved liis poem — what joy — ^pleasure. 

Though the wreck went do^vn with his treasui'e. 

The great poet, with one hand buffeted th' waves, 



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And with th' other his great poem did save. 

lu this world of disappointment and strife, 

An author loves his own book more than hfe ; 

Racked with care, an author's heart we find, 

For the fate of the child of his mind. 

■His heart trembles between hope and despair, 

"None but an author knows an author's care." 

His thoughts have life — they are a Hviag sord ; 

Unborn millions oft they do control. 

His anxious care is fi'om last to first, 

That his thoughts should not perish with his dust. 

Whether he be rich or poor, lame or bhnd. 

His great thoughts vdll hve with men of mind. 

An author's spii'it oft roams o'er and o'er 

Empnes, kingdoms, islands, seas, and shore. 

An author's sj^irit often wings its flight 

To God's throne, and 'yond the hmit of hght. 

His spirit roams through space until at last 

Other universes are reached and passed. 

Onward, onward, his thoughts are so fleet 

That they reach th' secrets of th' utmost deep. 

His thoughts wiU move onward until yet 

This universe wUl appear a speck ! 

Science great secrets will yet disclose, 

Th' telescope 'U multij)ly a billion fold. 

How grand the heavens — oh, how subhme, 

Its mflhon suns in great splendor shine — 

Th' milky way paved with stms so bright — 

Suns of splendor and varied hght. 

And through optic glasses wiU yet be seen, 

Suns red, purple, orange, yeUow, and green. 

And their beauties will be unfurled, 

"With comets, planets, and many worlds. 

Th' moon 'U be a near neighbor — nearer still 

Than a church on a neighboring hill. 



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And if in tlie moon are ]i^'ing peojile, 
Tliey '11 appear like men on a steeiDle. 
Th' bard — liistorian, though often sad, 

disappointment will not make him mad. 

From nature he draws an insiDiration ; 

From the world's follies a detestation. 

He beholds nature's treasures — how grand 

The starry heavens — sea and land. 

He cares not for monarchs, priaces, or powers, 

He sees more splendor in a thousand flowers. 

Though j)oor in purse, he enjoys pleasure 

From God's inexhaustable treasure. 

He sees great men into exile driven ; 

He sees scepters, crowns, and empires riven. 

th' fleetuig pleasures of this sublunar vale. 

For all, all i^erish — are they not all frail ? 
The world's pomp and wealth are all vanity, 

• th' miser's j)assion is all insanity. 

The miser's grasp for gold ceases never, 

As if he'd Uve ever and forever. 

For to gain wealth, millions become knaves, 

And millions more self-imposed slaves. 

Ah, for the world's perishable treasure. 

They lose health, God's love, and nature's pleasure. 

What sleepless nights — what feverish care, 

To amass wealth for a spendthrift heir. 

And the wealth one generation doth gather, 

A second and third dissipate and scatter ! 

In toil and moil many a hfe is spent 

To obtain wealth which brings but discontent. 

Many a heart is sorely oppressed, 

Tho' diamonds glitter on th' noxious breast. 

They sigh for love and haj)puiess in vain. 

They worship their idol — power and gain. 

Happy th' hermit in other days and chmes. 



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Wlio renounced the world — its pomp and pride. 

Thrice more happy the savage and barbarian, 

Thau labor oppress'd by civilization ! 

The greatest curses of civilization, 

Are credit, interest, and taxation ! 

Sad- comfort — to rot in rose-wood coffin — 

You who robb'd the widow and the orphan. 

The mdow's curse and the orphan's tears 

Will haunt your poor soul in after years. 

Oh, the moans, the groans, the shriek, and yeU, 

Wlien the damned soul first enters hell ! 

Th' bard — historian, in his heart is sad. 

He sees that millions, in this world are mad. 

Dunces may say he is proud, vain — 

They know not what makes his heart so glad. 

Old nature affords him joy and pleasure, 
Even chaos j-ields him hidden treasure. 
He beholds secrets, as with eyes of light. 
In the womb of nature, chaos, and old nighi 
He communes with worlds and beings so bright. 
That they dim the sun, moon, and stars of Hght. 
The psalmist pour'd his thoughts subhme 
Midst flocks and fields, and o'er Palestine. 
Th' bard with sathe pierces the vile defamer, 
Th' quack, th' bigot, and pohtical schemer. 
The winter of life is sad and dreary. 
With a poet it's all summer — dreamy. 
By the world's care his heart oft is stimg, 
Yet his hopes do bloom, his heart is young. 
His thoughts are noble, sublune, and grand, 
He makes his home in a fairy land. 
He sees disappear many nationality, 
Republics, empires, and many a dynasty. 
Great cities — many a commercial mart, 
With mammon's votaries — are now forgot. 



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Fearless the eagle sweeps o'er Alpine crags, 

Aud the condor o'er Chimborazo's rocks, 

And on their flights midst perpetual snow. 

Behold kings and slaves on the plains below. 

So an author looks do^vn from on high, 

And for Adam's oft'spiing breaks a sigh. 

From his lofty plain he is a judge. 

O'er potentates, powers, and the drudge. 

He beholds milhons to slavery doomed ; 

And countless tyrants in dust entombed ; 

And human mortals, the world's disgrace. 

Without a tomb — now a nameless race — 

And gorgeous temples, palaces, and shrines, 

He sees crumble by the tooth of time ; 

And systems, the world's fear and wonder. 

Like great thunder-clouds rent asunder ; 

And systems that have made man a slave, 

In time '11 perish save only the name. 

Hope often to an author's heart doth send, 

Th' thought that he has a thousand thousand friends. 

That's bahn to his heart, in his wearied strife — 

Conflict — and on the journey of life ! 

Oh, forward, forward is the march of the mind. 

It 'U leave ignorance and bigotry behind. 

Tremble, you despots and bigots again, 

Dread you the weapon — the press and the pen. 

Fear not the truth whoever you may be. 

For the truth will make you ever free. 

Why do so many tremble and quafl.. 

If they beUeve that truth will prevail ? 

Why do they fear truth's investigation ; 

For truth will not bar their salvation ? 

Why this great alarm and this aftright ; 

Fear not knowledge and truth's holy light ? 

That system that would truth inthraU, 



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Let that system in the conflict fall. 

Realms wiU. pei'ish — perish mammon's gain, 

Ever and ever truth will prevail. 

Systems that man worship and cherish, 

If false to truth in time shall perish. 

Millions are lost by war and starvation. 

By a false modern civilization. 

This boasted civilization is a fi-aud, 

A violation of God's and nature's laws. 

To fight for tyrants, milhons are doomed — 

In gloomy mines miUions are entombed. 

IVIiUions work for scant food and to pay rent. 

That th' rich may have milhons — their lives are spento 

Tiie workingmen, with a brow of care, 

Make the wealth wliich they can never share. 

Civilization milhons has driven. 

To toil in factories — to pine in prison. 

Civilization is best — best understood, 

When it makes men happy — its for the pubhc good. 

That a few rich men do millions plunder, 

Is n't th' greatest good to the greatest number. 

Great cities are pohtical sores. 

The scenes of vice, ignorance, and woe. 

You, who try to convert foreign peoples. 

See vice under th' shadow of your steeples. 

Behold th' shouts of a clamorous throng. 

For a party either right or wrong. 

Men oft are pohtically insane. 

They lose principle, but chng to a name ! 

The President assumes dignity. 

To hide partisan mahgnity. 

The bih for free elections, so, so. 

Fraudulent Hayes did quash with his veto. 

High, indeed, is the President's station, 

"When he vetoes the voice of the nation. 



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"We have fallen on an evil hour, 

If we siiiTeuder to th' one man poiver. 

Hayes wants th' aiiny, fi-aud, and deception. 

To control th' coming election ! 

American parents will come to grief, 

From the oj)iuni eating heathen Cliinese. 

Alas ! alas I yo\u- grief will begm, 

Your sons '11 enter th' smoking Chmese den. 

Your wealth 'U give 3"ou httle satisfaction. 

Your sons eat opium ( ) stupefaction. 

Great will be the nation's degradation ! 

opium eaters — abomination ! 

Th' Repubhc wiU have a downwai-d course, 

"VVlien elections are controlled by force. 

Roman hberty met its doom — faU, 

When rxders employ'd th' Praetorian Guard. 

Alas ! alas ! for hberty's sad fate. 

If the presidents should control the State. 

The Federahsts' malignity. 

Wants to destroy the State's sovereignty. 



Campaign Songs, isso. 

GRANT'S MARCH. 

Ain~"Billy O'liour/ce." 



I. 

In sixty-eiglit, 'remind the date, 

Eei^ublicans did falter ; 
They waut'd a chief to save retreat, 

Defeat and a great slaughter. 
They look'd about in fear and doubt, 

For a man to bear their banner ; 
They found out, a tool and clout, ' 

In the Galena Tanner. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll aU rejoice. 

The lad is out of station, 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 

II. 

President Grant was so sly. 

When he got into station ; . 
On th' Treasury he cast an eye, 

To feed his 23oor relations. 
At the pubhc crib he did feed, 

With jDoliticians and others ; 
Bondholders and banking thieves, 

His father, sons and brothers. 

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Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice. 
The lad is out of station ; 

Without a joke, he'U cut his throaty 
And God will save the nation. 



in. 

In the South he made a rout, 

With soldiers and bayonets ; 
Liberty he would stamp out, 

And th' nation he'd enslave ii 
Presents, too, he got a few, 

From many thieving rino-ers • 
From bankers and shylock Jews, 

And " pohtician " sinners. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll aU rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 

And God will save the nation. 



IV. 

Grant's record is very bad, 

It ^vill not bear inspection ; 
He was th' dupe of a roguish gang, 

To o'erthrow fi-ee election. 
The President was a Hayes man. 

The tool of frauds and deceivers ; 
With fraud, he ousted Tilden Sam, * 

And put in Hayes the schemer. ' 
Hurrah! my boys, we'U all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 

And God win save the nation. 



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V. 

Gen. Grant had a time so sweet. 

With Cockney lasses ; 
He eat bread and cheese and roast beef. 

And quafifd many brimming glasses. 
He went o'er to the Irish shore, 

And from Dublin to KiUarney, 
"With j)nnch galore MaGra Ma Astore, 

But Cork gave him no blarney. 
Hun-ah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'U cut his throat. 

And God wiH save the nation. 

VI. 

On the Rhine he drank good wine. 

In Berlin he eat sausage ; 
He had a ride in many a cUme, 

And Samuel paid his passage. 
Of greenbacks, too, he spent a few. 

In many a clime and station ; 
The money of the bankers — Jews, 

And the plunder of the nation. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'h all rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'U cut his throat. 

And God will save the nation. 

vn. 

Grant cross'd the sea ; he drank tea 
With the heathen Chinese races ; 

While on a spree, with great glee. 
He kissed their yellow faces. 



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Powers above, be fell in love, 

With the pigtail Cliiiiese lasses ; 
He was like a sucking dove, 

While tippHng with theii- glasses. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 

And God will save the nation. 

vni. 

The kingly school and banking Jews 

Want Grant to rule the nation ; 
Bondholders and the thieving crew 

Shall ne'er put liim in station. 
Wliat win he do, he's in a stew. 

The people all they hate him ; 
He's in despair I do declare, 

His mind is getting crazy. 
HiuTah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God wiU save the nation. 



THE HEATHEN CHINESE. 



AiK — " Groves of Blarney." 



I. 

Ye sons of freedom and working people. 
Pray give heed to my sad, dismal tale ; 

It is alarming, how th' poor are starving, 
In this glorious land so fair and great. 



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The poor are starving, for wages are falling, 
And til' poor white man will meet a sad doom ; 

In every place are Chinese crawling, 

They'll have white men's places, alas ! quite soon ! 

n 

The Chinese croakers and opium smokers. 

Like Egypt's plagues now infect the Land ; 
The mixed races, with yellow faces, 

The white man's labor cannot withstand. 
Our gold they are hoarding to send over, 

With their dried bones to the Chiua Sea, 
"Wliile their dhty pigtails they leave forlorn, 

To breed a plague in this laud once free- 
in. 
The heathen creatiires, with loose breeches. 

Back to old China must all set sail ; 
For til' country is teaming with the leeches, 

And theu- dirty blouses and pigtails. 
The Chinese heathens now are sleeping, 

Like rats and badgers, in dens and sheds ; 
The cunning people are on low feeding, 

On rice and mice, for they eat no bread. 

IV. 

In our laundi'ies they are sauntering. 

In the kitchens, and in every place ; 
The white people, they are alarming, 

"With their pig eyes and leprous face. 
Chinese heathens, from the flowery nation, 

Then- immigration will have no stint. 
Soon they'll have every Avhite man's station. 

Then the white laborers luav sigh and lament. 



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A curse is awaiting this great nation, 

^ From th' mixed races, of inferior breed— ' 
Tlie abomination of amalgamation, 

With Chinese pagans, wiU yet proceed ! 
The Caucasian races will be tainted 

With inferior blood, yeUow, brown and tan ; 
Oh,_the white faces will be painted 

With a leperous taint, from the Chinese land ! 

VI. 

The lowest creatures and false teachers, 

The wily screechers of mammon men'; 
Those false preachers, with their false speeches, 

Wm make this country a Chinese den ! 
The Chinese pagans, in adoration, 

Kneel, in prostration, to stone and wood ; 
They will blast white civilization, 

They will pom- forth like a vandal flood ! 

VII. 

Heed not the prattle of the sons of Mammon, 

Tor with their gammon, they'd you enslave ; 
The thmider and rattle of sword and cannon, 

The poor white man must emancipate ! 
Heed not the Beechers, and like preachers. 

For they are screechers to be let alone \ 
FoUow Dennis Kearney from Killarney, 

Or from sweet Blarney Ma Gra Ma Store. 



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JIMMY BLAINE. 



Am— "Mary Blain" 



I. 

Once there lived a saucy lad, 
Along the coast of Maine ; 
Wlio fisli'd with line and fishing rod, 
And his name was Jimmy Blaine. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, ppor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 

n. 

For ambition was his creed. 

And to rule the Pine Tree State ; 
To get great wealth was his greed, 
When Speaker he was made. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 

ni. 

Seventy-Six he took a fit. 

From which he'll not get better ; 
Then he got into a sad fit 
By the Mulligan letters. 

Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, jDOor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 



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IV. 

Blaine will be swept from power 

By the coming greenback wave ; 
It wiU be a liapj)y liour 

When lie'U meet with his defeat. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimniy Blaine, 
You'll ne'erll be President 
I heard the people say. 



In Congress he proudly struts. 

For to gain j^ower and fame ; 
There he flaunts the bloody shirt, 
For it is his only game. 

Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'U ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 



SHERMAN JOHNNY. 



In the Buckeye State 

Lives a man so jolly ; 
He is known to fame 

As old Sherman Johnny. 

To ra lora lo, to ra lora li do. 



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n. 

Old Sherman's wealth is very great. 
It is known to the ringers ; 

He managed the S^'ndicate 

For bankers, Jews and sinners. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

in. 

He worked early and late, 
To bring water to his miller ; 

The bankers he did inflate, 
By hoarding np the silver. 
To ra» lora lo, etc. 

IV. 

Specie he did not pay. 

People say he's brassy. 
He must get out o' the way 

This old Sherman Johnny. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

V. 

Oh, Sherman's character sinks. 

Oh, is it not a pity. 
For he danced with jVIrs. Jeuks 

In New Orleans city. 
To ra loi*a lo, etc. 

VI. 

Old Sherman now doth rave, 
The bankers think him funny ; 

For with their notes they shave. 
He burnt the greenback money. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 



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The workingmen's complaint. 

I 

Workingmen once had good rations 

They'd plenty of mutton and beef ; 
Now they're on starvation wages, 
On bread and molasses and leeks. 
These are shocking hard times. 
For the rich for the j)Oor have no pity ; 
Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

II. 

The rich in Broadway do strut, 

They drink champagne by glasses ; 
The poor drink water, in a hut. 
And dine on mush and molasses. 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity. 
Wages 're down, in country, town and city ; 
These are shockinp: hard times. 



• in. 

Times were when a workingman's pay 

Was two dollars a day or more ; 
He then could be merry and gay. 
He'd eating and drinking galore. 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity. 
Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 



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IV. 

Oh, the country will be cvirst, 

By Chinese immigration ! 
Then white men will bite the dust 
All over this great nation. 

These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity, 
"Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

V. 

Chinese immigration must end, 
Or there'll be a war of races ! 
White men their rights must defend, 
Chinamen must not take their places ! 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity, 
Wages 're down in country, town- and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

VI. 

The railroads are combined 

To rob the Western farmers ; 
The rich are all of a mind x 

To feed men on bread and water ! 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity, 
Wages 're down, in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

VII. 

The farmers work early and late, 

They're robbed by wheat-buying ringers. 

They're taxed by county and State, 
And fieec'd by bankers and millers. 



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These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity ; 
Wages 're down, in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 



DORAN'S ASS. 



I. 

As I was going to the Market Cross 
In the highway I met Doran's Ass, 
With a heavy budget on his back, 
The stupid donkey lay in his tracks. 
Hk cruel master ripped and swore, 
He hammered his ass to make him go. 
If I had a donkey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

n. 

Poor httle Franky is Doran's Ass, 
On a summer's day he scamper'd off ; 
This donkey ran off in the highway ; 
He prick'd his ears and set up a bray ; 
His cruel master ripped and swore. 
He hammer'd his ass to make him go. 
If I had a donkey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

m. 

On convention and election da^'s, 
Franky, the ass, for Doran doth bray ; 
He is a fool — Doran's servile hack. 
He carries his budget on his b^ck- 



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His cmiel master ripped and swore, 
He hammered his ass to make him go. 
If I had a doiikey that wouldn't go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no, 

IV. 

This stupid donkey is old and gray. 
Long he was fed on the people's hay, 
Th' people no longer this donkey wiU feed ; 
He may now go to grass up Salt Creek. 
His cruel master ripped and swore. 
He hammer'd his ass to make hun go. 
If I had a donkey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

AN EPITAPH ON DORAN'S ASS. 

In th' court-houss or in the highway, 
Doran's old ass no more will bray ; 
Remember, good people, as you pass, 
That here he the bones of Doran's Ass. 



GOD MADE The land Free. 



I. 

Landlords and agents now may lament. 
The people of Ireland'U -paj them no rent ; 
The people'U rally fi-om mountain to sea. 
Their houses and lands for to make fi'ee. 
BaUinamona ora, Balinamona ora, 
Ballinamona ora, God made the land free. 



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n. 

Ye people of Ireland, now take a stand, 
And pay no more rent, for God owns the land ; 
The purse-proud lords may lament and bemoan. 
But pay them no rent, for th' land is your own ! 
BaUinamona ora, etc. 

in. 

The lordly tyrants must soon have a faU, 
The people no longer shall they inthrall ; 
United and firm, on one thing agree, 
From landlord oppi'ession you must be free. 
BaUinamona ora, etc. 

IV. 

God has ordained that all men who toil, 
Shall ever possess the fruits of the soil ; 
This is a law that God did proclaim, 
That th' land is as free as th' hght and th' air. 
BaUinamona ora, etc. 

V. 

Princes and lords, with fraud and with might. 
Long have usurped man's holy right , 
Despots and knaves, with th' sword and th, pen. 
Have enslav'd the people again and again. 
BaUinamona ora, etc. 

VI. 

Inscribe on your flag, in letters o' green, 
That aU men are born equal and free ; 
From mountain and plain, march to the strife, 
Fight, now and ever, for land and life. 
BaUinamona ora, etc. 



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vn. 

Oh ! sing the bold anthem, from shore to shore, 
That God owns the land — that God we adore ; 
From landlord oppression, th' people '11 be free, 
They've paid for the land, they own it in fee. 
Balhnamona ora, etc. 



EPIGKAM. 

THE EQUALITY OP MAN. 

Fear not the scorn of wealth and pride, 
■Or of those in lofty station ; 
All men were born with equal right, 
Inheritors of creation. 



THE LAST FAREWELL. 



I. 

Hard it is to part forever, 

With the friends that we love so weU ; 
And from hearts so dear to sever. 

Among strangers for e'er to dwell. 
With what pangs the heart is bleeding. 

Neither pen nor tongue can tell ; 
We can ne'er forget that meeting, 

When we bid adieu — the last farewelL 

n. 

In this world of sin and sorrow. 

Let us submit to owe fate ; 
Pride and grief the heart doth harrow, 

When our love is paid with hate. 
With silent grief the heart is breaking, 

Sad, broken hearts alone can tell, 
When we fear that this sad greeting 

Will bring adieu — the last farewell. 



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m. 

"Who can tell the soul's anguish, 

When our love meets with distain, 
Love from the heart we can't banish, 

Tho' the heart's sunk in despair. 
The dread that from our love we'll sever, 

Binds us with a tongue-bound spell ; 
Oh, that we must part forever, 

We can't say adieu — th' last farewell. 

IV. 

There's hope in heaven above us, 

Where all's peace with God and love, 
And in heaven God wiU love us. 

And the Son and Spirit-Dove. 
In heaven no grief doth harrow. 

For with angels we will dwell ; 
We'U look back on the vale of sorrow, 

And bid the world the last farewell. 



THE SADDEST THOUGHTS. 



AiK — "Aidd Lang Syne. 

I. 

Sad are our thoughts when we leave home 

From a father's love and care. 
And o'er this cold world to roam, 
% The heart feels so sad and drear, 
Sad thoughts we cannot banish, 

When we leave our mother dear ; 
The soul then sinks in anguish. 
And the heart then sheds a tear. 



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n. 

Sad are the thoughts of school-boy hours. 

And the happy days then spent ; 
When we roam'd o'er fields and flowers, 

We were happy and content. 
Sad are the thoughts of those bright days. 

When we knew no grief or gloom ; 
Sad are the thoughts of sisters fair, 

Who now sleep within the tomb. 

m. 

Sad are the thoughts of former j-ears, 

Oh, we feel them o'er and o'er. 
Sad are the thoughts of brothers dear. 

And of friends we'U ne'er see more. 
Sad are th' thoughts of the old fireside. 

And of friends assembled there. 
When at the hour of ev'ning tide, 

We lisped a child's first prayer. 

IV. 

Sad are the thoughts when we lose wealth,* 

Or honor, power or fame ; 
Sad are the thoughts when we lose health, 

And the things we can't regain. 
Sad are the thoughts of jileasures pass'd, 

Oh, they now come like a dream ; 
Sad are the thoughts of what we've lost. 

And of what we might have been. 

V. 

Sad are th' thoughts when we dejoart 
From the green graves of our sires ; 

With sad thoughts the soul is fraught. 
And the heart is touch'd with fire. 



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When tliose sad thoughts pierce the heart, 
Oh, the soul then knows no rest ; 

Th' saddest thoughts are when we part 
With the one that we love best. 



The sweetest in the land. 



I. 

In Minnesota, lives a lady fair, 

Oh ! may angels for ever guard her ; 
Night and day my heart is in despair. 

For I fear I will lose my charmer ; 
She's gentle and sweet, her mind is serene. 

Oh, she is both graceful and charming ! 
She's stately as a queen, modest and meek. 

And she blooms like the rose of morning. 

II. 

Fame and renown and a thousand crowns. 

And th' power of Csesar and Alexander, 
Splendor and power, I would lay down 

At the feet of Eve's fairest daughter. 
Flowers in fuU bloom, and roses in June, 

Or Phoebus of a summer's morning ; 
Sweet notes of the lute, or Orpheus' tune, 

Are n't as pleasing as my dear darling. 

ni. 

I'd lay at her feet th' fam'd "golden fleece," 

I'd forsake Queen Helen and Cleopatra ; 
For this one so sweet, I'd forsake all Greece, 

And the daughters of famed Italia. 
Blessings from above, may fall on my dove. 

Oh, of her I am nightly a dreaming ; 
For with rhyme I gush, since I fell in love. 

With th' lady so beautiful and pleasing. 



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IV. 

All the golden ore, and th' tripod of yore, 

And th' wealth of Croesus and Great Darner, 
And all the mines known on the golden shore 

I would give to this lovely fair one. 
To this lady so wise, rhymes I'd indite. 

To get her for a wife I was beseeching ; 
But political strife, mahce and s^Dite, 

Assailed me both noon and evening. 

V. 

She is fair and grand, th' sweetest in the land, 

She is as lovely as an angel ; 
To get her hand, would make my soul glad. 

For in this world she has no equal. 
In the stilly night, my soul sheds a tear ; 

With love for her my heart is a-sighing, 
I'd lay down my life for this precious dear. 

For with grief and love I was a dying. 

VI. 

Once she was inclin'd to become my wife. 

Oh, how I loved and adored her, 
Enemies were ripe with a thousand lies ; 

I fear- she's chang'd her mind forever. 
Tho' her mind be changed from love to hate, 

I hope that long years she'll be enjoying ; 
I'U submit to my fate, she'll find when late, 

That my enemies all were a-lying. 



EPIGRAM— TO H- 



Had I come to your house in a carriage, 
With plenty of gold and in great style ; 

Ah ! then had I asked you in marriage. 

Would you give me your hand Avith a smile ? 



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The darling of my soul. 



I. 

On a ramble, of a summer's evening, 

I met a dear creature, th' fairest to behold. 

She was a lady fair, with silken flowing hair, 

My heart she did insnare, which caus'd me great woe. 

I'd love to meet her, and with love I'd greet her. 

There's none more sweeter — the darhng of my soul. 

n. 

This lady's most divine, she drove me to rhyme. 
And the burden of my mind to her I made known — 
To ease my heart, which was pierc'd with Cupid's dart, 
The secret of my heart to her I did unfold. 
"With rhyme I did beseech her, oft did I tease her ; 
But it was to please her — the darhng of my soul. 

rn. 

Oft in the stilly night my heart breaks a sigh ; 
Then I shed a flood of tears, for her I adore. 
This lady is so sweet, gentle and discreet ; 
I fear I'll die of grief, my heart is quite sore. 
When I went to see her coldly did she treat me ; 
But I'd ne'er deceive her — the darhng of my soul. 

IV. 

She is a goddess rare, none with her can compare, 

My soul is in that fair, I wish she was my own. 

Her I can't forget ; she's more of heaven than o' earth ; 

She's fairer than Venus or Queen Helen of yore. 

With love my soul is fraught, she's th' fountain of my 

thoughts ; 
To gain her heart I've sought — she's th' darhng of my 

soul. 



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V. 

My love never frowns, there's a glory on lier brow, 
Befoi'e her I'd kneel down — she's the idol of my soul. 
Could I equal Vu-gil's rhymes, or Homer's most sublime, 
Could I touch th' Grecian lyre, my sorrow to deplore-, 
I'd worship this creature morning and evening ; 
Oh, I'd love to please her — the darhng of my soul!* 

YI. 

Now, I'll end this rhyme, I'll love her for all time, 

In my soid she'll ever shine, tho' my heart be sore ; 

Lies did me pursue — God knows my love for her 'a true ; 

Oh, I would die to save her from grief and woe ! 

"Whatever be my station, in this great nation, 

I'll ne'er forget that fair one — she's th' darling of my soul 



WOMAN'S Love. 



When a woman wants your love. 
She will try to please you : 
When a woman has your love, 
She wiU try to tease you. 
She will please you. 
She will tease you. 
"When a woman wants your love 
She wiU try to please you. 



EPIGEAM. 



Th' warrior fights for renown, 
The poet writes for a name ; 
A woman loves a sUk gown, 
And the miser gold and gain. 



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HARRIET DARLING. 



I. 

Don't you remember, Harriet darling, 
When you stood by the apple-tree ? 
You looked so beautiful and charming, 

There I fell in love with thee. 
I will ne'er forget that morning, 

For you are ah the world to me ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darhng. 
I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Hariiet, Harriet, 
Don't you remember, Harriet dailing. 
When you stood by the apple-tree ? 

n. 

Brighter than Phoebus in the morning. 

With three rakes ye did stand ; 
Ye looked so fair and enchanting, 

So beautiful and grand. 
I'll ne'er forget your gardening. 

For ye were a lovely three ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darhng, 

I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Harriet, Harriet. 
Don't you remember, Harriet darlmg, etc. 

in. 

Oh, love, don't you be alarming, 

For I'm going you to see ; 
Love, won't you greet me when calling. 

And smile fondly upon me. 
There is no goddess so charming. 

You are dearer than life to me ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darling, 

I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Harriet, Harriet. 
Don't you remember, Harriet darling, etc. 



PRESIDENT GEINT 



POLITICAL RINGS 



A SATIRE, 



By p. cudmore, Esq, 

C't)UNSELOR AT LAW. 



Author of the '* Civil Government of the States, and 

the Corifttitutional History of the United States^'* j 

the *^ Irish Republic^" etc., etc. 1 



For Sale by P. J. KENEDY, No. S Barclay Street. 
1880. 



CUDMORE'S CONSTITOTlOiAL HISTORY. 

$1.50. 

CUDMORE'S IRISH REPORLIC. 

$1.00. 



FOE SALE BY 

P, J, KENEDY, No. 5 Barclay Street, 



